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Those of a certain generation (i.e. before day-time TV, the British Army of the Rhine, and when Sunday lunch was a family affair) have a distant memory of peeling spuds to the BBC Light Programme, and Two-Way Family Favourites.

Which is why I was reading Doctor Faustus, but my ear-worm chimed in with this:

For my eye had just scanned:

If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and there’s no truth in us. Why, then, belike we must sin, and so cosequently die: Ay, we must die an everlasting death. What doctrine call you this, Che sera, sera, What will be, shall be?

Before anyone gets too excited, that’s perfectly OK in a sixteenth century effort, and at least until spelling became formalised.